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But earthlier happy is the rose distilld Than that which withering on the virgin thorn 1 Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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For aught that I could ever read, 2 Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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| O, hell! to choose love by anothers eyes. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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| Masters, spread yourselves. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| This is Ercles vein. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| I ll speak in a monstrous little voice. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| I am slow of study. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| That would hang us, every mothers son. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an t were any nightingale. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| A proper man, as one shall see in a summers day. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| The human mortals. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. 3 |
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The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maids music. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet markd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with loves wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. 4 |
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I ll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. 5 |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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My heart Is true as steel. 6 |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. 7 |
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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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| Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
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| Lord, what fools these mortals be! |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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| Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
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| I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
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| I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
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| The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, 8 mans hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helens beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poets pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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| The true beginning of our end. 9 |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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| The best in this kind are but shadows. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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| A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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| This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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| The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. |
| A Midsummer Nights Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. |